Seraphyne's heart was heavy with concern for Zephyir. Not only was he afflicted by the zombie virus, but he had also fallen victim to a demon's curse. As a half-fallen angel, Seraphyne wondered if he possessed the ability to suppress the poison and gradually cleanse his body. Seeking reassurance, she cradled the rabbit guardian on her lap.
"Mistress, the Alpha has yet to fully integrate his two personalities and accept the courageous and evil versions of himself. How can we expect him to wield both powers effectively? Unlike you, he has endured both past and present traumas."
Seraphyne let out a deep sigh. Her worry was etched across her face. "His body is broken once again, and I fear the medicines within my soul space may not be potent enough to cure him."
The rabbit guardian reassured her, "The medicines within the soul space are always useful, Mistress. However, due to the demon's curse, you may need the Drunken Poisoned Fruit, which only grows in places with demons."
